Thomas Starr King Middle School - Echoes Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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PRAISE A butterfly swimming in the streaming light of the sun, A proud rose rearings its delicate head acknowledging beauty, An eagle soaring in the azure depths of the summer sky, And this Indian on his horse, before me, on the wall, With arms upraised, head thrown back and sunk in , thought. He and all are praising God! Georye Golitzin, AI9. A THOUGHT A thought resembles many things, Like butterflies with gossamer wings. A silvery shadow, fairy dustg A wisp of pollen, slightly mussed, A thought! Jane Clary, A9 LIFE Life is so like the sea, With its storm of grief and sorrow, With the calms of joy and happiness, With the mystery of the morrow. Zllartha Zirbel, 48. OUR SOULS Oh, the hills are old, And the hills are grey, But the hills will never fade away. Oh, people get old, And people get grey, And the people will some day fade ZIWVZIY. But our souls stay young, And our souls stay gay, And our souls will never fade away. Nancy Ryan, A8. LlFE'S GLORIES Life is full of glorious things. The woods, the hills, and running streams, The flickering shadows of elm trees, The sun, the moon, the soft young breeze, Our homes, our friends, and love sublime, All make our lives a happy time. Dyoris W'allis, B9. One Hundred Ninefyeight

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HALLOWEEN Hallowe'en night is a grand night for me! We light our lanterns and dance with glee. We all have costumes and masks to Wear And oh! how we love to give people a scare! Filomena Cappiello, B8. GHOSTS I wonder if there are such things as ghosts. Sometimes I think there are-almost! One night just when I went to bed I saw some white things overhead-almost! Mom says you can expect those things, But I don't see just Why 'Cause all I had afore goin' to bed Was ice cream, cake and pie! Lyla Bodell, B8. WOOLY WITCHES AND WOOLY WINDS Down from the moon, on a silver broom, Out in the clear, cold air Weird witches ride 5 Wee goblins hide In shadows ev'ryvvhere. Huge pumpkins grinned, Whoo roooo screamed the wind, And higher rose the moon. Stars are hidden by black cats, ridden ' By blood-curdling voiced loon. Wooly Witches, riding switches, There's frolic in the sky, Night winds sighing, earthly babes crying, While Wooly night winds sigh. Owenita Hurrah, B9. One Hundred Ninety-seven

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A SPIDER WEB A web, Silken in its beauty, Perfect in its form! A spider spent a night Fashioning it so. When came the dawn, I found it there, Wet with fog and dew To the spider 'T was a dream Come true, A careful artistry, Delightfully fine. To ine, As I brushed against it, It was a filmy, spooky thing. It sent the shivers Down my back, And in a moment's frivolity I brushed a spider's dream Come true, Forever To the dust. Beth Bruner, B9. THANATOLOGY Where go the souls departed from this earth? Do they but crumble, like the ember of the hearth Into ash, when fades the spark of life? Or are they raised with martial strain above the strife? Parts the spirit from the lifeless clay At the dawning of a better sweeter day? Falls the soul and body to decay, Becoming mouldering remnants of a yesterday? Or will they wander in some hallowed place Or find the promised land and there face Their lVIaker? Or do their bodies fade to dust And their gods forsake their faith, their trust Forsaken at the ending of the road Making of their tomb a dread abode? Smothering the life that brightly glows? Are there answers to these questions? Who knows? Grant Elfwell, 149. One Huncided Ninety-nine